Rosie's Diary

June Who?

June 9, 2001 - 11:57 pm

LIFE is a roller coaster! What a day! What a high!!! I don't know if I can handle feeling so low and then so high all the time. Okay, this morning at like 5 am (because sleep is impossible) I find AC in the kitchen whisking the crap out of a bowl of eggs. Aaand she's humming. I look at her like she's crazy and homegirl winks at me. She hasn't winked at me since I was eleven.

"Uh, what the hell is going on?" I ask. In all honesty, I didn't expect an answer. The only time she speaks to me lately is when she leaves a note on the fridge that says, At work.

"I'm in a good mood," AC says in a tone suggesting it's a true statement.

"Why? What happened?"

"None of your damn business."

Of course. This hard-to-get shit. So I'm like fine, if you don't want to tell me, I'll get my glass of juice and let you whisk in silence. Whisk. Whisk. Whisk. Whisk. Whisk.

"Lorraine is coming over tonight," she says finally.

"Over here?"

"Yes. I was wrong to push her away because of my issues."

"Your ex-gay issues?" I couldn't help myself.

"If you mock everything I say, I'm not gonna talk to you. Why on earth are you so obnoxious?"

"Me obnoxious? Ok, you're the one—"

"Lorraaaiiiine," she draws out forcing me to stop talking, "wanted to show her support and I should be willing to overlook our differences—"

"Differences?"

"—regardless of what they are and have a nice time with my good friend—"

"You mean EX-lesbian lover?"

"You gotta problem with lesbians?"

"I have some questions for EX-lesbians."

"Rosie, you are not going to ruin this for me. In fact, you are going to help me. Don't you think you owe me at least that?" She pours the bowl of eggs into the skillet and turns back to look at me. "Well?"

"I, yyyeah, I owe you . . . an apology. I shouldn't have been so . . . eager to hear about Lorraine, I only want to understand what happened . . . I need to clear up some memories I have and—"

"You were too young to—"

"No I wasn't. I remember when—"

"Well everything you remember I certainly remember so put on some clothes and let's get to it."

She didn't want to talk about it.

"Do you accept my apology?"

"Yes, yes, now hop-to."

After a delicious breakfast in front of the TV, I was made to clean the entire house and go buy chips, dip, a pepperoni stick, cheese, gin, tequila, lime, wine and beer!

"How do you expect me to buy booze?" I asked innocently.

"The same damn way you've been buying alcohol since you went to college."

I couldn't help but smile.

Arms full of bags, I ring the doorbell to be let back in the house. AC answers wearing jeans, slick black dress shoes, an over-pressed white button down shirt, and (I shit you not) a bolo tie. Laughter was not the appropriate response, but come on. Come on! All of a sudden I live on a planet where I have no parents and my aunt is dyking it up for a date with her ex-girlfriend? Of course I laughed! And of course she slapped me in the back of my head as I pushed passed her with the groceries.

When everything was on ice and sliced I was told to hustle up and get ready because I was in charge of Lorraine's daughter for the evening while AC and Lorraine caught up. I showered and threw on baggy jeans and my red Skittles T-shirt. Why is this important? Because when Lorraine's daughter, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my LIFE walked into my house, I was wearing a goddamned Skittles T-shirt.

I will give you all the details tomorrow because I'm exhausted and need to sleep. But I will leave you with this. . . . Her name is Dee. If you asked me to sit down and write a song right now, the title would be "Love at First Sight." If you asked me to write a B-side the title would be, "June Who?"

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